Dead Nettles by Jessica Law Lyrics

Then I lost my mind
And my breathing was ragged and my eyes were blind
And I ran and I fled to the dry river bed
In my search for release of some kind

But those Romans of yore
They brought with them a lot that they should answer for
For each patch of the ground, well, the nettles abound
And I braced as I sank to the floor

Like the time I walked barefoot from Garsington
To Horspath, in a bid to keep me sane
But found more pain

Now the woodpecker laughs on the dry rivеr bed
The nettlеs are dead
The nettles are dead

So I sat and I sat
With the branches in front and the bark at my back
Though the mercy was small, barely mercy at all
Still it stilled the melee on my track
And comfort I sought
Disabused myself of the erroneous thought
That each little thing has to come with a sting
And to bring little more than it ought

Like the time I locked myself inside and cried
The night after I crossed the great divide
Yet still I cried

Like the time I walked along an unlit lane
At midnight, at the mercy of the fates
And found my gate

Now the woodpecker laughs on the dry river bed
The nettles are dead
The nettles are dead